This is a song my pal Travis and I recorded during college, in honor of Lady Vols head basketball coach Pat Summitt. Today news dropped that Pat was diagnosed with early onset dementia. Here’s to her health.
Red sky at night, sailor’s delight; red sky in morning, sailor’s warning; red sky at 2:38 p.m., quick, get out the camera, I want to send a picture to Beverly, she’s going to be so jealous we’re—c’mon, hurry up, it’s going away… great. We just missed a 2:38 p.m. red sky. As if that comes along every fucking day. You love ruining things, don’t you?